Ingots Songtext
von Darlene Lesmana

Thick black gold dripping over their eyes
I can see them start to float
They gulp down chalices, emerald stoned
Served by faceless ghosts

The rasp of worn out voices
Won′t drown out the pleasure of their vices
Drunk on power high on greed
Rigs built on debris
The rasp of worn out voices
Won't drown out the pleasure of their vices
Drunk on power high on greed
Rigs built on debris

Burned down heaven, flooded eden
They′re still crying "Think of the children"
Nothing's gonna change
'Cause even when our bodies cover lands
They can still hold gold with blood on their hands
So why would they change?
Why would they change?


I′m so sick of giving two shits
When people with enough money to buy two of me
Sit so far in silence
That no god could reach them
The eye of the needle is closing in
The eye of the needle is closing in
No credit can offset your sacrilege
God I pray you′ll never sleep a wink again

Burned down heaven, flooded eden
They're still crying "Think of the children"
Nothing′s gonna change
Nothing's gonna change
′Cause even when our bodies cover lands
They can still hold gold with blood on their hands
So why would they change?
Why would they change?

No credit you can buy can offset any of this
There's no paying out of this, babe
You better beg, you better pray for mercy, my dear
The eye of the needle is closing in
Darlin′, the eye of the needle is closing in